ye-e-e-e-e-e-e

Updated: May 8, 2025

As the last words of this dismal chant rang out, an echo seemed to be flung back at the singer from behind a neighboring ridge, upon which the lone yuccas stood upright, like, so many figures of formed bits of humanity. "Ye-e-e-e-e-e-e!" It came in a long drawn out wail that fairly seemed to make the desert ring with its gruesome echoes. All at once it was taken up from another point.

Margaret Burnham - The Girl Aviators on Golden Wings